Michael Gale Poems

Is fiction nonfiction of fictional fact? ...
Do these facts change the mission that may be right on tracked.
Is this of a fictitional traite? ...
Cannot we, to this subject, to just fix up, and do change to straight?
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Harken as angels sing, to hold not one's own breath...
Simply put as thee.
Harken to my death...
Splay apart thy broken wings.
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Lo' vinely vine of finely power...
Be best this gifted vine lit flower.

Daintly set beside thy tower....
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Be it will and be it may...
Never more to unfurbished dismay.

How doth ye plan out strategy of worn'th heart? ...
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Dust bunnies just-a-swirlin' in the wind...
Scattered all about as tossed rag-a-muffins.

Winds of war awakens the beast in us all...
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Swing, swing hardest at the curve balls hurled at you by the big pitcher up way high...
That is all we can do, is but try and sigh.

Now, mind you, i'm not implying that we are punished in any way...
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My baby left me for a place in time...
A place in my heart all gone, all gone.

She left me for a place unlined....
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Prefractures of a fracturing sparkle...
Predentures of a faltering nature.

Holy phone calls to one who cares...
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.............................Reject Satan......reject sin...ignore
..........................evil of all as we....strive to eternally win.
........................To heart and soul, do'th thee spend...Many
......................Man's triumphs do we demand as command.
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Hands clasped together as in prayer...
God is there, yes, he is there.

God looks down upon this ground...
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